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Name: Christina
Birthday: 2/26/1985
Gender: Female


Interests: People-watching, finding solace in a cafe, my iBook, words, making music, indulging a raging Nickel Creek obsession, photography, English pubs, red wine snobbery, bitter, late night diner runs, archaic customs, friendship, Facebook wall posts, flowers, writing, boisterous gatherings, and a really good story.
Expertise: Being ridiculous, overthinking life, indecisiveness, public humiliation, and causing a scene with stentorian laughter.
Occupation: Student
Industry: music and English


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Member Since: 2/19/2003

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Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Job interview Monday!  Job interview Monday!

I could be the next administrative assistant and admissions coordinator at UPenn's study abroad office!


Thursday, July 26, 2007

I've hardly practiced my violin all summer, and this makes me angry at myself.  I have a lot more time now...you'd think it'd feel like it, but I feel as busy as ever.

I'm sick of writing cover letters.

I wish that people who are far away weren't the only ones trying to give me jobs.


Tuesday, July 24, 2007

a little emo.

In joining the crowd, it appears I only post anymore when something is really out-of-control in my life.

I am sick of my old summer job.  I'm tired of wearing a uniform and coming home smelly.  I enjoy my co-workers but I also don't really fit in with them.  I'm sick of missing get-togethers because I have to work almost every single Saturday.  I am, intellectually speaking, getting bored out of my mind.

Last month, I found a PR job through almost no effort on my part--they saw my resume on Monster and contacted me.  I interviewed and they loved me.  But it was too far away to commute, and who wants to move to a random, expensive town in North Jersey where he/she doesn't know a single soul?  I feel like people do it all the time, but I just can't see doing it, or at least not unless it's my dream job, and this job wasn't it.  Something I'd be good at...something I really considered when I sat in that interview room...but not something I hungered to do.

That's kind of the problem, I have this need to want to do something, otherwise I can't see myself doing it at all.  But what do I want to do?

I want to go back to graduate school.  And I think I really do want to work toward a doctorate, and one day teach at a college or university.  But that's sort of terrifying.  All those numbers stare at me...only 20 or 30% of doctorate grads in the humanities actually find academic jobs.  Never mind the fact that I don't really know exactly what degree I want to earn anyway...and direction is rather important when one is pursuing specialized study (i.e. grad work!).  And I also excel at spending money that should go into a savings account on clothing.  Yep.

I've also been having this idle though, "hey, I might be a good paralegal."  Once I, you know, get past the whole selling my soul thing.  (Don't know where this aversion I have to the corporate world came from, I just know it's there).  That's something I'd have to really throw myself at...work my way in from some kind of administrative assistant, commit some months/years so I can move up, then go to school to get a certificate.  That's all well and good...but does that mean I'll get absorbed in that, and kiss the academic world goodbye?

I need to do something now, but I feel so paralyzed.  I'm sitting here looking at phone numbers for staffing agencies, for human resource directors of large law firms in Philadelphia, and web pages of job listings at large universities.  Where do I start?  Where do I concentrate my efforts?  What do I want to do?

There are so many places to direct my energy, but I just don't know where to turn next.


Tuesday, June 12, 2007

After a long absence...

Well I'm surprised any of you even check this anymore (though my footprints claims you do), since I gave up on it for about three months at least.   That period of time has comprised my earning honors, senior recital, finals week of HELL thanks to an impeccably-timed stomach virus, graduation, move home, and current job search, no less.  Oh, and Jacki got married, too.

So yes, my life now consists of sending out resumes, working at my old summer job, chasing down the few friends I have that are left in the area and browbeating Erik into taking me to the beach, muaha. 

Real updates soon, in the meantime, smooches.

 


Monday, April 02, 2007

Ladies and Gentlemen: I have a life again.

This public service announcement brought to you by the culmination of Christina's hell week. (You may now go about your business).

Friday was my day of DEATH (Ponzol ref, anyone?). I stayed up until 6:45 a.m. with last-minute revisions, formatting, and bibliography compilation, then took a nap until Rob kindly called me at 8:15 a.m. to get me up for piano trio rehearsal. Even more kindly, Dr. Lipkis stood outside his door when I went up to third floor, explaining that he thought'd we'd both be better served if I napped--rather than staring at him blankly in my lesson, and trying my luck on my 90 minutes of sleep.

Somehow, after one more rehearsal, two trips to duplication, a walk to Zinzendorf, and a drive through Bethlehem to deliver my thesis to two panel members' homes--and with only an hour nap to sustain me that afternoon--I made it to my dress rehearsal.

That is, after Marly jokingly asked me if I'd remembered my violin in the car, about 5 minutes from the gig. (The sad part: I had written down "violin" on my list of things to bring). Thank God Kelly met me with my fiddle. The second drive back to Nazareth was more successful....

Friday went pretty well (especially considering my state), and it was really nice to see Drs. Binford and Lipkis there, among all the old people. Not that the residents weren't appreciative...this one man simply put a hand on my arm, whispered, "Thank you," and went on his way afterwards. Almost as if he was so lonely that I had done him the biggest favor in the world by coming to play for him. It was so touching.

My recital went really well on Saturday, even better than Friday--I somehow transferred my nervousness over to Erik or something, because I didn't shake, sweat, or otherwise show any of the signs of stage-fright that normally plague my performances. I was nervous enough for some things to go that usually don't go in a practice room, but overall I was really happy with it.

And the Celtic stuff was a hit--Mike and I just gelled onstage with that stuff. It was on, and it had energy, I was sooo pleased. It was sweet.

About 80 hugs, 3 vodka martinis, and 14 hours of sleep later, my room smells like a florist's shop and I am a happy woman. With pinwheels.

It was a good night. <3



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